Page 35 of Not Safe For Work
Chapter 9
Drawn by the smell of coffee, I shuffled downstairs and into the kitchen.
At the table, Karen watched me over her mug. “Long night?”
“Is it obvious?”
“Just a bit.”
I poured myself some coffee. “I didn’t wake you up when I came in, did I?”
“No, no.” She smiled. “I didn’t even get home myself until almost two.”
“Yeah?” I chuckled. “Have a good time?”
She wrinkled her nose and shrugged. “Eh, it was all right. Nice guy, fun for an evening, but I don’t see a repeat performance in our future.”
“Sorry to hear it.”
“Eh, such is life.” She sipped her coffee. “So tell me about this…woman? Guy?”
“Guy.” I stirred some sugar into my cup, my mind wandering back to last night and a stupid smile forming on my lips as if they had a mind of their own. “You remember that client I told you about?”
“Which one? The guy who doesn’t know a brick from a roofing nail, or the one who’s richer than God?”
“The second one.”
Karen’s eyebrows climbed her forehead. “You’re sleeping with him?”
I nodded. “A little more than sleeping with him, but yes.”
“Well done, Jon.” She giggled.
“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes as heat rushed into my cheeks. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Yep. If I’d known you were cooking, I’d have skipped the cereal, but—”
“Cooking?” I snorted and pulled a box of cereal off the top of the fridge. “Not today.” While I made myself a half-assed breakfast, she took her dishes to the sink.
“So how in the world did you get him?” She paused, cringing. “I mean, that didn’t come out right. How did—”
“I know what you meant. And I’ve been wondering the same thing, to be honest.”
“You guys had to have started somewhere.”
“Would you believe he found me on that kink app I was telling you about?”
Karen’s eyes widened. “Oh. He’s into that, is he?”
“Yep. So he pinged me, and…”
“And here you are.”
“Here we are.”
“Nicely done.” She playfully jabbed me in the arm as she walked past. “From what you’ve told me, you could certainly do worse than a guy like him.”
“Not sure he could do much worse than a guy like—”
